“That means Benjamin has been watching and waiting for him,” Miriam whispered. “Oh, God.”
“Was there anything about our research on your phone, Miriam?” Matthew asked. “Stored e-mails? Data?”
“No. You know I delete my e-mails after I read them.” She paused. “My address book. Benjamin has your phone numbers now.”
“We’ll get new ones,” Matthew said briskly. “Don’t go home. Stay with Amira at the Old Lodge. I don’t want either of you alone. Benjamin mentioned Amira by name.” Matthew hesitated. “Jason, too.”
Miriam sucked in her breath. “Bertrand’s son?”
“It’s all right, Miriam,” Matthew said, trying to be soothing. I was glad she couldn’t see the expression in his eyes. “Benjamin noticed he’d called you a few times, that’s all.”
“Jason’s picture is in my photos. Now Benjamin will be able to recognize him!” Miriam said, clearly rattled. “Jason is all that I have left of my mate, Matthew. If anything were to happen to him—”
“I’ll make sure Jason is aware of the danger.” Matthew looked to Gallowglass, who immediately picked up his phone.
“Jace?” Gallowglass murmured as he left the room, shutting the door softly behind him.
“Why has Benjamin reappeared now?” Miriam asked numbly.
“I don’t know.” Matthew looked in my direction. “He knew about Emily’s death and mentioned our genetics research and the Book of Life.”
I could sense some crucial piece in a larger puzzle fall into place.
“Benjamin was in Prague in 1591,” I said slowly. “That must be where Benjamin heard about the Book of Life. Emperor Rudolf had it.”
Matthew gave me a warning look. When he spoke, his tone had turned brisk. “Don’t worry, Miriam. We’ll figure out what Benjamin’s after, I promise.” Matthew urged Miriam to be careful and told her he’d call her once we reached Oxford. After he hung up, the silence was deafening.
Gallowglass slipped back into the room. “Jace hasn’t seen anything out of the ordinary, but he promised to be on guard. So. What do we do now?”
“We?” Baldwin said, brows arched.
“Benjamin is my responsibility,” Matthew said grimly.
“Yes, he is,” Baldwin agreed. “It’s high time you acknowledged that and dealt with the chaos you’ve caused, instead of hiding behind Ysabeau’s skirts and indulging in these intellectual fantasies about curing blood rage and discovering the secret of life.”
“You may have waited too long, Matthew,” Verin added. “It would have been easy to destroy Benjamin in Jerusalem after he was first reborn, but it won’t be now. Benjamin couldn’t have remained hidden for so long without having children and allies around him.”
“Matthew will manage somehow. He is the family assassin, isn’t he?” Baldwin said mockingly.
“I’ll help,” Marcus said to Matthew.
“You aren’t going anywhere, Marcus. You’ll stay here, at my side, and welcome the Congregation’s delegation. So will Gallowglass and Verin. We need a show of family solidarity.” Baldwin studied Phoebe closely. She returned his look with an indignant one of her own.
“I’ve considered your wish to become a vampire, Phoebe,” Baldwin reported when his inspection of her was complete, “and I’m prepared to support it, irrespective of Matthew’s feelings. Marcus’s desire for a traditional mate will demonstrate that the de Clermonts still honor the old ways. You will stay here, too.”
“If Marcus wishes me to do so, I would be delighted to remain here in Ysabeau’s house. Would that be all right, Ysabeau?” Phoebe used courtesy as both a weapon and a crutch, as only the British could.
“Of course,” Ysabeau said, sitting down at last. She gathered her composure and smiled weakly at her grandson’s fiancée. “You are always welcome, Phoebe.”
“Thank you, Ysabeau,” Phoebe replied, giving Baldwin a pointed look.
Baldwin turned his attention to me. “All that’s left to decide is what to do with Diana.”
“My wife—like my son—is my concern,” said Matthew.
“You cannot return to Oxford now.” Baldwin ignored his brother’s interruption. “Benjamin might still be there.”
“We’ll go to Amsterdam,” Matthew said promptly.
“Also out of the question,” Baldwin said. “The house is indefensible. If you cannot ensure her safety, Matthew, Diana will stay with my daughter Miyako.”
“Diana would hate ,” Gallowglass stated with conviction.
“Not to mention Miyako,” Verin murmured.
“Then Matthew had better do his duty.” Baldwin stood. “Quickly.” Matthew’s brother left the room so fast he seemed to vanish. Verin and Ernst quickly said their good-nights and followed. Once they’d gone, Ysabeau suggested we adjourn to the salon. There was an ancient stereo there and enough Brahms to muffle the lengthiest of conversations.
“What will you do, Matthew?” Ysabeau still looked shattered. “You cannot let Diana go to Japan. Miyako would eat her alive.”
“We’re going to the Bishop house in Madison,” I said. It was hard to know who was most surprised by this revelation we were going to New York: Ysabeau, Matthew, or Sarah.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Matthew said cautiously.
“Em discovered something important here at Sept-Tours—something she’d rather die than reveal.” I marveled at how calm I sounded.
“What makes you think so?” Matthew asked.
“Sarah said Em had been poking through things in the Round Tower, where all the de Clermont family records are kept. If she knew about the witch’s baby in Jerusalem, she would have wanted to know more,” I replied.
“Ysabeau told both of us about the baby,” Sarah said, looking at Ysabeau for confirmation. “Then we told Marcus. I still don’t see why this means we should go to Madison.”
“Because whatever it was that Emily discovered drove her to summon up spirits,” I said. “Sarah thinks Emily was trying to reach Mom. Maybe Mom knew something, too. If that’s true, we might be able to find out more about it in Madison.”
“That’s a lot of thinks, mights, and maybes, Auntie,” Gallowglass said with a frown.
I looked at my husband, who had not responded to my suggestion but was instead staring absently into his wineglass. “What do you think, Matthew?”